"So when are you two going to
fuck?" Pluto asks them,
as they fidget.
"Definitely later," replies Medusa.
"We're really busy right
Now," chimes Mars.
"Swamped," adds Medusa.
"Totally slammed," Mars toots.
"Scared," Pluto drops.
"What?" Mars jumps.
"You heard me," Pluto leans back.
"We're taking our
Time," Mars defends.
"I'm conserving my sexual
energy for my creative
endeavors," Medusa explains.
"And you're scared,"
Pluto digs in.
"If you're so brave,
go find your fucking
wife, Pluto," Medusa bites.
"I've been waiting
for one of you bitches
to weave her in,"
Pluto responds, blandly.
"Do it yourself," Medusa darkens.
"I'd really rather
not," Pluto looks away.
"Why," Mars leans in,
"are you scared?"